Ye Xingyuan saw the former abbot of Cisheng Temple, Monk Zhichan, on the afternoon three days later. Tianzhou Prefecture first delayed the official documents and procedures, and later repeatedly confirmed with the Censor's Office, and finally sent the prisoner over.

These are all old routines in the officialdom, and Ye Xingyuan doesn't care. Anyway, he has not been idle these three days. If you have to face such cunning prisoners, you must make more preparations.

Monk Zhichan is nearly 60 years old and has been abbot of Cisheng Temple for twenty years. Ye Xingyuan easily discovered the connection. Cisheng Temple had no such bad record before this. The robbery of women was all during the term of Monk Zhichan.

Moreover, it was as soon as Monk Zhichan arrived at Cisheng Temple that he began to break ground and build a meditation room in the backyard. It seemed that he had made a plan at that time.

"You are the lustful monk Zhichan?" Ye Xingyuan looked at the tall monk wearing prison clothes carefully, his heart was full of disgust, and he was naturally not polite to speak.

Monk Zhichan lowered his head and recited the scriptures, turning a deaf ear to his ears. His face was covered with flesh, and there was no image of a monk. In the ripped hole in the prison clothes, he could see his strong muscles. This was clearly a martial arts practitioner!

Could it be that Cisheng Temple is still a military monk? Ye Xingyuan accidentally wrote down a note. Of course, Cisheng Temple does not have this tradition, and he also investigated the sacrificial certificates of monk Zhichan.

Monk Zhichan became a monk at Daliang Temple west of Shuzhong. After ten years of this, he became the abbot of Daliang Temple. Later, he was transferred to Zhong Yuanjue Temple in Tianzhou Prefecture for more than a year before finally reaching Cisheng Temple.

This person had no record before becoming a monk in Daliang Temple. No one knew his name and name, as if he was completely blank. Ye Xingyuan suspected that he was either a thief who was washing his hands in the golden basin or a dead soldier raised by noble families. He was in his thirties and had no experience before, no one believed it. But even the Jinyiwei could not find out his origin in a short period of time, and it was thought that someone had deliberately covered it up.

"This bald donkey is so naughty!" Ye Xingyuan looked at the interrogation record file and knew that monk Zhichan had always had this uncooperative attitude. But hearing it was different from seeing it with his own eyes, he felt very angry no matter what.

The little official under his command was well-behaved and smiled, "This kind of unruly unscrupulous person who is extremely guilty will not speak without being beaten. You don't have to get angry with him. Just hit him first to see how hard his bones are."

Ye Xingyuan not only agreed with the abuse of punishment, but he was not polite to such a lustful monk. Even if he couldn't ask anything, he would beat him first and vent his anger. He nodded and said, "Just beat him first."

The minor official got the order and shouted arrogantly: "First hit a plum blossom number, and then come to heaven, earth and man."

Ye Xingyuan didn't understand, so he could only ask for advice humbly. The minor official quietly explained that the plum blossoms were fifty boards, and the heaven, earth and man were one hundred. The Censorate Office was different from other places, and he had to have power when he came up. Anyone who entered the Censorate Office would first hit fifty to see if he could stand it.

"This bald donkey is as strong as a cow. He will definitely not be able to kill him when he is fifty. But he can just play with it." The minor official was proud. This is the majesty of the Censor's Office. How can I compare it to other places?

Ye Xingyuan was also speechless. If the prisoners with a weaker body were probably killed if they were to go down for fifty slaughter. How many people could go out alive when the Censorate Office tried the case like this?

However, those who can be sent here must be major cases, mostly desperate people, and it is okay to frustrate their spirits, but unjust cases cannot be avoided after all.

"Bow me hard, but don't kill anyone." Ye Xingyuan thought for a moment. This man was unspoken and was originally a stubborn person. It was good to exert his anger. As long as he didn't die, he could be a warning and a warning to the prisoners who were interrogated later.

The executioner was not vague. He held the monk Zhichan and kicked him hard at the bend of his foot, crushed him to the ground, took off his pants and lifted up his clothes, and beat him mercilessly. The board of the inspector's yamen was heavy, and the sticks were covered in blood.

Monk Zhichan was really tough, without saying a word, saying "I heard this". He was obviously a lustful monk, but he seemed to be a master of enlightenment.

There was a silence in the punishment room, and I heard the sound of slap boards constantly. Ye Xingyuan had long been used to this kind of scene, and had no sympathy for the scumbag, so he only looked at the reaction on his face carefully.

The monk Zhichan felt pain, and the wrinkles on his face often tightened, but his eyes were always confused.

Ye Xingyuan felt something was wrong. Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, he had no interest in abuse, so he left the execution team leader and the minor official to watch it, retreated to the back yamen, and discussed the abnormalities with Qingfei.

After Qingfei lived for a long time, her knowledge naturally became wider. After hearing that the expression of the monk Zhichan was wrong, she raised doubts to Ye Xingyuan: "Will this monk Zhichan be controlled by someone with drugs? Otherwise, even if ordinary people are trained to resist the punishment, they will never react like this."

Ye Xingyuan remembered that because of the existence of magical powers in this world, the medicine was also very magical, especially Cisheng Temple was originally good at using drugs. It was not impossible for them to refine a scented incense, which was specifically used to abduct women and fabricate similar medicines targeting their own people.

He pondered: "If this is the case, if this medicine can be revealed, wouldn't it be possible to dig out the truth from the mouth of Monk Zhichan? Can Concubine Qing be good at the art of Qihuang?"

Qing Fei said, "Although I have learned a few skills, I have only heard of it. I am far from having enough skills to solve this medicine."

She reminded: "This place is in Shu. There are many ways to confuse the mind of poison. It is better to send your subordinates, the Jinyiwei to go out for a visit and search, find famous doctors, or get something."

Ye Xingyuan thought it was true that Shuzhong has always been famous for such evil things, and local doctors usually have several ways to deal with Gu poison. Monk Zhichan is so abnormal, maybe he was really caught in Gu.

He then found Lu Shiyi Niang and asked her to send people to look for famous doctors who could relieve the poison of the mystery. He first put down the monk Zhichan and turned to deal with those minions.

Ye Xingyuan held Monk Zhichan in the yamen of the Censorate and refused to let go, and he asked him to go to Tianzhou Prefecture to ask the rest of the accomplices. The Tong Magistrate tried to ask him to release Monk Zhichan back first, but Ye Xingyuan just refused.

The prefect Tong said annoyedly: "This Ye Chenshi is very unruly. Do he want to take care of the affairs of our Tianzhou Prefecture? Even the old man Wang would never dare to be so arrogant! He would take all the prisoners from our yamen. What do you want to do?"

Wu Tongzhi also muttered in his heart and whispered: "According to what he said, there is absolutely no question from the mouth of Monk Zhichan, but the little monks below are not as confident. I thought Ye Xingyuan would retreat when he saw the difficulties, but he would become more and more brave as he fought.

We should start to fight back from the following officials’ simple opinions. At least in this matter, let him learn a lesson.”

The Prefect Tong gave him a blank look, "I don't care what you think in the shallow view, what are you going to do, so tell me it quickly. Let's put it together. If he is doing this, he will soon startle the people there. At that time, we are not good-looking."

Wu Tongzhi smiled evilly, and a trace of evil appeared in his eyes.

After several disputes, the Tianzhou Prefecture Office agreed that Ye Xingyuan would temporarily take away three criminals. After the interrogation, the three people would be sent back. As for the monk Zhichan, Ye Xingyuan insisted that he was the main criminal and had to be interrogated for a long time. The prefect Tong felt that there was absolutely no problem with the monk Zhichan, so he did not force him.

Ye Xingyuan sent someone to bring back the three monks. When he saw that they were all rough and powerful men, they didn't understand two sentences in the Buddhist scriptures. Only one person knew a few words, and the other two were both rough.

Moreover, there is no taboo to drink and meat, and there is no good virtue. It is better to be a bandit than a monk.

"Even such people in Cisheng Temple are recruited into the temple? It's really a filthy Buddhist holy place!" Ye Xingyuan complained privately to Qingfei. As usual, he naturally arranged the number of plum blossoms to kill the powerful sticks at this time, and the sound of the board was still making a sound of crackling sounds.

Qingfei was not surprised, "Buddhism is a place where filth is hidden. In fact, it is not just Buddhism. Which temple is not like this? It was better at the beginning of the country. As the government affairs of the court were on the right track, the divine power gradually disappeared and we could not easily interfere in the world.

Most temples are headed by practitioners on the ground. Their supernatural powers are gradually fading, they are afraid and hateful. They have to pretend to be hypocritical and disguised in front of believers, and they have to make money in different ways for future plans. What kind of gentlemen can they have?"

Ye Xingyuan thought of the situation in the Crow Temple and knew it. Even if the Crow God received his help and restored his faith and could grant the devout minister the supernatural powers, the number was extremely limited, and it would never affect the world as it was at the beginning of the founding of the country.

Since this is the case, he needs all kinds of rigid and cumbersome rituals to create a sense of sacredness, and it depends on more inspiring sacrifices to preach and attract believers. Zhu Ning'er is very skilled in this industry, not just based on her refugee believers, but more importantly, her own organizational strength and charm.

The same is true for other temples. Some are slightly better than the Crow Temple. The gods' supernatural powers have not deteriorated to the point where they need help from mortals, but they are also depleted of luck and are not enough to bless all believers.

Their methods of conduct and missionary mode actually learned a lot from Buddhism and became even more hypocritical. They said they were true gods, but the true gods who did not appear in the world were actually no different from false gods.

There are so many temples in the world, I don’t know how to hide the dirt and harm many people. When Ye Xingyuan thought of this, he couldn’t help but shivered. If he wanted to enlighten the wisdom of the people and truly save the people, he still didn’t know how far he would go.

Ye Xingyuan was thinking, but heard a scream from the front hall, and then there was a hustle and bustle. The minor official who was in charge of the matter came over to report in a panic, "Sir, the brothers below have taken a heavy blow. One of the prisoners couldn't bear it and died on the spot. Should we still deal with it according to the old rules?"
Chapter completed!